Is it the end, or is it just me?

Will it happen that we'll be set free?

Chaos is near: the fear of all fears

Shall we continue to hope when faith starts to bleed?

When truth isn’t told and still controls a fold, I feel blind

I'm questioning myself but I can't find

I try to dream but sleep took off

I felt not sure and went for a walk

It is the end and we are not to blame

We'll feel free at last and the game will end

This game will end

I feel like I've been told lies from the day I was born

Enacting a story that is not mine, is it enough of a burden?

I try to climb between the doubts that are surrounding my mind

I don't feel free and guess what; I don't feel that I'm being me